Female

17
[September 28th, 1896]

Objectively Undecided. Notable admiration for police, shovels, and underground martial arts tournaments.

Federal Dovenjel

A light skinned woman standing at a fair 5’ 7”. Usually well kept with tendencies to wear uniforms, collar shirts, shorts, pants, and generally socially acceptable formal variety with more masculine casual attire. Despite this, she’s well kept and well toned. Usually seen in higher spirits, she’s a smiling woman that can have quite a monstrous snarl when approached with “anarchic degenerates.”

5' 7"

While “friendly” does match the tone of her character and in essence captures the basics of what she sets out to be, one could argue her more abrasive ended personality can be quite a stick in the mud depending on her mood. Although capable of being a very nice, charming, romantic, and very caring individual she is just as easily capable of breaking your back in half over calling her cookies overrated third world trash.

Being especially “feminine” is not a concern. Lady like gestures of other cultures were lost on the daughter of a police officer who brutally cracked down on criminals and enjoyed tossing his daughter around on the Casual Judo Friday that would occur. She went from being the third youngest in a family of 8 children who would be thrown around quite easily to becoming capable of grappling and tossing everyone in her family including her father at the age of 15. She was always a fan of sports and while not always a player on the field she made for a rather loud and abrasive fan who would sometimes get a little too hot. Proud and loyal, she never gave up on her teams even when one of them went 0-12 on a bad year.

Being more of a “boy’s girl” she was often subjected to being treated more as a male in terms of societal norms and due to being the daughter of a hardass police officer she was often seen as a “good girl” who would subject others to understanding order if it wasn’t established in some capacity when she was younger. As she began developing sexual feelings she became curious and experimented with both boys and girls in an attempt to sate her cravings. However, it often ended in failure due to her authoritarian nature which demanded her partners to be more than they were capable of. This rejection, even in realizing later that it was her own fault, led to her uncertainty as her feelings for both remained. It seemed, however, that it wasn’t the only thing that seemed to click as when a very loud and obnoxious neighbor made fun of her for getting rather dirty while digging holes she approached the unsuspecting man and knocked him out with one swift blow to the head with her shovel. Although, she had to later apologize for committing assault and sending the poor fool to the hospital, she couldn’t help but remember how sweet the sound of her shovel slamming against skull was. The lingering feeling only made her doubt herself further.

Private

Rifleman


Standard Issue with a very durable shovel.

Potentials
[Professional Sadist] Having discovered a love for inflicting pain onto others, she’s quite eased into hurting her enemy. Although she does not like actually killing people, she derives joy from hurting or controlling others in ways but is known to draw the line depending on the comforts of the ally.

[Law and Order] She believes in following law, although not entirely by the book. Orders should be listened to as a general guideline on how to accomplish an objective but above all there must be a sense of unity to preserve the state out of duty, of which her father drilled into her as a young one.

[Winter’s Delight] A lover of the snow, she moves, sees, tracks, and fights far better in the cold and especially the snow. The sight of snow alone warms her heart.

[Overwatch] When tasked with methodically standing guard over a location she finds she’s quite adept at picking up clues that would otherwise go unnoticed. While it is a skill she picked up from her father, it also enables her to have a more preemptive reaction to circumstance.




Growing up as the daughter of a police officer meant many things for one such as herself but one thing was very clear even as she grew to be a teenager. Authority is necessary. She believed so with her father who she admired so much for his bravery, admirable tone, calm demeanor, and radiating aura of discipline. She was an experimental child in an attempt to further strengthen the ideals of his law loving ways and instilled a very tough young woman into the world who had gone from crying after stepping into a puddle without her shoes on to throwing bullies into corners and not letting them get up until an adult stopped her. Even though she was trained to be tough she never lost her sense of joy and child like wonder. In fact, she only came to appreciate life more knowing that life would not be this easy and gentle procedure that she had first thought it to be in the lovely snow fields. She was one who began to adopt more masculine ideas after spending much time with her father and came to want to dress and act like him as her fondness for her parental figure grew with time. Despite having these occasional breaches in civility, she was an honor bound student with excellent grades, disciplined behavior, and a lovely smile that spoke in contrast to the bullies who found themselves unfortunate enough to see otherwise.


Although she was quite the model student problems at home would seep into her personality. Her father, enduring some personal trauma and feeling as though he had failed in being able to shape his failure of an elder son and the following daughter led to him becoming a bit less patient with his project daughter. Although he loved her very much, his doubts and anger led him to speak more harshly with her and drive her to questioning what she did wrong as the standards of her behavior were raised in order to earn her father’s approval. As time went on she found her child like joy diminishing and the stricter nature developing. She sought after partners with her father stressing more than ever about his job and struggling to make ends meet with unfortunate changes in circumstances for the time. She naturally attempted to help raise money but often thought of how she had failed him before. As such she was often hard pushing and dedicated with stamina and strength unusual for one of her age but also sad and angry when she thought too much about her father’s agony. Her frustrations seeped into her relationships, becoming too tightfisted thinking about how her father expected better of her and especially did so when he learned she had begun dating to begin with, which, she thought would be received better. Although she continued to date behind his back, she couldn’t help but doubt if she should even be dating at all and would sometimes consider if she was committing a crime by being in love. Was it simply another obstacle in life? Was she just confused? Perhaps, in her head, it was a mixture of both and perhaps another. With time passing and the situation seeming to get worse, she experienced failure and rejection from not just her father but also her relationships which she began to stray from. It wasn’t until the tailend that she remembered the values of her childhood and began to smile at her father regardless. She would tell him how much she loved him and worked hard even after being told she was a failure, loudly proclaiming how she wanted to make him proud. It was at this time that a crisis gripped father accepted her with tears and her child like joy and desire for new things came about again.


A functional adult. That’s the compliment she received even if she was sometimes sensitive to certain phrases. Developed, curious, forward, and a respecting personality who cared for those around her. A teary eyed father wishing her to pursue a career in the police force instead understood her desire to keep her family safe and painfully allowed her to serve alongside her siblings.

Male

19
[January 20th, 1895]

Heterosexual

Vinlander


Sporting a muscular build and a single scar upon his bare chest but an inch from his heart, Bradley stands to be a growing man with bright hair, eyes, and skin.


5’ 10”


A man of action. Bold. Handsome. A working man of pride and passion. If you were Bradley’s friend you were under the wing of a man who had fought tooth and nail for his trophies and medals and remained cool under pressure.

Even if not the most brilliant in his group of boys the strong leader was always quite the leader who accepted that there were others who knew more than him about specialized categories. All he need concern himself with was keeping people in line and the group happy. Tell them where to go and surely they follow.

Despite being quite the man of valor and unforgiving patriotism he has proven to have some fatal flaws in the different land he found himself in. For in his sect of the United States of Vinland culture was surely different. Men were expected to take up the role of patriarch without question. Fight for your worth. Provide for the entire family yourself, be the man your neighbor wishes he could be. That was the way he had been told and it was the same way he became the leader of The Bloodwater Gang. Even if a group of sharks and freelancers for property damage and roughing up of targets they were always sure to be gentlemen to those who fell in line… Except for the Darscen…


Private

Shocktrooper


[Standard Equipment based on class.]

Potentials
[Ideological Crusader] Democracy or death. Liberty or death. Give the man the promise of Vinlander ideals and an enemy who doesn’t believe in those virtues and you’ve a man with endless motivation.

[Eye Of The Hurricane] Consumed by his ideas and upbringing he has no fear of death. When faced with everything stacked against him he finds the ability to maintain his thoughts and make a plan even under the pressure of high explosives.

[Darcsen Hater] Due to his past with Darscen he fights especially hard against Darscen and proves to be, even if cruel, much more focused when fighting those “damned black heads.” Although it can get him in trouble.

[To The Last Breath] Resilient by spirit, Bradley has a knack of staying alive and kicking longer than average by sheer will. Although he is not made invincible he is capable of taking further action as though he has suffered no wounds for some time after even if the pain is felt through it all.



Early Life

As a child he had much love to give and much strength to build up to. He was a boy loved deeply by his mother with a father that punished him for misbehaving. Punishments so severe that his mother pleaded with his father to spare the boy further blood loss from a blood soaked backhand slap. It was hard, yes, but through hard labor and routine he proved to be quite durable even as a child. Whether it was falling off the railing and cutting his arm or getting into scraps with bullies to help his friends, or enduring the iron fist his father held. There was simply to work, study, and support the family.

Adolescence

Although his father was a hard and seemingly heartless man, an act of kindness would slip by on occasion. The lifestyle they lived spoke of what trauma Bradley's father endured. Perhaps he didn't want Bradley to fall into the same pitfalls as he. Perhaps the life they lived would have been better served if Howard had not endured such torture in the world. However, it simply wasn't the reality. Perhaps if his life was different, he wouldn't have invited that Darscen into his home.

A poor fellow was Dennis. He was a Darscen, no doubt. A strong man. He was poor and in need of a meal. In the dying light he would be of no use to anyone. The rain and flood enough to kill him if thrown out. It was by Bradley and Howard's brief glance and offer to keep the boy of 16 years into their home. It was by their admission that they saved a life. It was by their admission that they sacrificed another.

Bradley knew Dennis with time. He came to know him as brother and called him so. He welcomed him to events and reassured him that things would be fine as he tried to push Dennis to follow him to every event he so dearly loved. Playing sports, volunteering, boxing for practice, and even overtime at a job he was respected at.

However, even as he reached out to the man he had always insisted to stay home with the exception to leave for work. It was odd for someone like Bradley. It was odd to simply rot at home. It was odd to simply speak with his mother all the time, but he had no inquiry beyond his well being.

Such lack of curiosity... Such trust in a man who was a victim of the life such as he...

In a dark cold night when Bradley had returned home late from watching one too many films. A happy man returned. A shocked one entered the door.

Laying on the ground his father with a blast through the head and his mother with a knife against her throat, torn fabric, tears in eyes, and a cry to Bradley as, in the struggle, Dennis slipped and sliced her open. Shock turned to grief. Grief turned to hellfire. In a short lived brawl the black hair and a bullet wound through the stomach Bradley lived. Only barely. A trauma ridden Bradley with no family left had much on his mind.

When he cracked Dennis' skull open all he could think about was how this man they sheltered carried in his pockets the deed to the house, a stock of money, and his mother's necklace. His father didn't see this betrayal coming. Neither did his mother. Neither did Bradley.

The Bloodwater Gang

During recovery Bradley spent much time in the hospital listening to radio and watching the streets. On the radio cases of Darcsen breaking and entering, homicide, rape, possession of illegals. Every last case of crime accredited to Darcsen fighting against the system.

When Bradley left the hospital he attended therapy, regaining, rebuilding, listening to the radio spout more and more of the Darcsen and their problem against the people he knew as pure. With every pump of the iron and every punch of the sandbag he felt himself to be more and more capable.

However, as he approached his peak health, he had to wonder if he wanted to commit to his ideas. He had sold the house, that place unfit to live in anymore with the memories so strong. He spent weeks after gathering friends, angry civies, and downtrodden men and women looking for something to eat, even Darcsen ashamed to wear their natural colors to join their cause.

Then, one night in a bar where many of these Darcsen guilty of breaking the law had rested away with Darcsen who had nothing to do with it, in came the angry mob by force in the middle of a speech about socialism. In a matter of moments a loud confrontation quickly shed blood and armed Darcsen were cut down before they could retaliate. A social shift occurred as the radicals of both ends created chaos in a small town.

With the police involved many arrests occurred, although the Bloodwater Gang slipped away.

With a base of operations established they would continue to hunt Darcsen for their crimes, guilty or not, and would help those who were not Darcsen religiously.

That is, at least, all one would be willing to tell you if you asked a resident within the county.

Name
Victoria "Slasher" White

Gender
Female

Age
18 January 1, 1896

Sexuality
Bisexual

Race
Oceanian

Appearance
Victoria is much taller than most women and quite a few men, standing at a full 6'3" when standing upright. Obviously this is less than ideal for the brutal trench warfare she's currently stuck in so she's adopted a sort of permanent slouch. Her body is mostly lean from years of near starvation, somewhat countered by the slight pudge of motherhood. Her brown hair hangs down messily over her face and around her head, held somewhat in place by her rabbit-fur felt slouch hat with a spare clip tucked into its band. The young woman has a permanently lopsided grin that morphs easily into a feral snarl in the heat of combat.

Her body bears marks from the recent engagement at Amone where her entire unit was blown apart by grenades or crushed under the wheels of an armored car as well as her rough upbringing, a chunk of her right ear missing and bandages wrapped around her wrists where shrapnel left long, ugly, scars. A jagged scar traces its way over her right eye, a result of a bottle being shattered against her head. Just as painful but harder to spot is the mental trauma from such violence. Victoria sometimes drifts off into her own world, a blank expression on her face as she witnesses the death of her friends again.

Besides the standard issue blue uniform and webbing she wears a waterproof canvas cape and slouch hat as well as twin bandoleers across her torso, a leather satchel hanging at her side. A heart locket hangs from a spare bootlace around her neck, inside is a picture of her daughter Elizabeth.

Personality: Victoria is open and friendly, some might say overbearingly so. She is perfectly willing to talk about her violent past and rough upbringing, she has nothing to hide. She is a product of her environment and she'd like to see someone grow up in her shoes and not be at least a little bit wild. She boasts often and loudly but only when she knows she can back it up. Other people would be wise to do the same unless they want to be tested. The quickest way to earn her respect is through a friendly drinking match or friendly wrestling match/no holds barred brawl, she believes that you can tell a lot about a person through how they fight.

She has little love for the Federation. Despite what the propaganda says she sees little difference between them and the Imperials. The Federation never helped her when she was on the verge of starving to death or struggling to make ends meet with a baby on the way. So she has little love for the Federation and it's higher officers. Patriotic calls to duty and propaganda decrying the Imperials as evil invaders does little to compel her, and if she thinks that an order would get men needlessly slaughtered expect her to "interpret" it a bit differently than expected.

With that in mind, there's little she wouldn't do for friends and loved ones. She forms attachments quickly and sees herself as the "squad mom", making sure that everyone's eaten and has enough to eat. She carries needles and thread as well as some yarn in her satchel so feel free to ask her to mend your clothes or make you a scarf!

She feels a certain sense of sympathy with the Darcens as a whole, having grown up dirt poor and living on the outskirts of society where the proper and decent folk wouldn't have to see her. She's never been discriminated against per say, but she's certainly experienced some of the problems facing them. The few Darcens that had lived in Prairie had struggled along just like everyone else, they were no better or worse inherently. She judges people based off their character and actions and absolutely DETESTS racism of any kind.

Rank
Private

Role
Shocktrooper, Squad Mom, Packrat

Equipment
SML-Carbine with bayonet, Sharpnel-Ragnite Bombs,

Potentials
Berserk: Being a shocktrooper requires a certain ruthlessness and a complete lack of fear. When charging enemy positions she became a snarling and howling beast hellbent on driving her bayonet through some chests. She also prefers close-quarters combat, excelling at using her fists and any nearby objects to bludgeon the enemy into submission.
Mother Bear: She's always there to care for her friends. Rescuing downed squad mates or providing comfort to a friend going through trouble is always her first priority.
Don't Believe Their Lies: Victoria doesn't believe any of the Federation's propaganda. They weren't there for her when she was starving, why should she care what they say? She's only here because she needs to feed her child.
Hit the Bottle: She's always drinking, but a really bad day can send her on a proper drunken bender. A particular gruesome battle will have her reaching for the bottle before seeking medical attention.

Biography
Victoria White was born in the year 1896 to a poor family of farmers in the town of Prairie, Oceania. It was a farming community originally and its people used to be able to make a decent living selling their livestock and crops. But roughly ten years before her birth the fields had turned fallow and the land was caught in a drought. Once successful farms soon struggled to feed their own children and more and more beggars began to fill the street. It wasn't very long until people actually began to die of starvation. That was the world Jack and Margret White brought their daughter into, and they regretted it.

The poor girl had been an accident of course, what kind of parents would want to have a child when they wouldn't be able to know when their next meal was coming? Both her mother and father worked near constantly either trying to scrape some manner of living out of the dust or preforming odd jobs for a bit of extra cash so she was largely cared for by her grandmother and three siblings, each ten years her senior. Her two brothers and one sister taught her how to mix a bit of sawdust into flour to stretch it, how to break into abandoned homes and farmsteads and strip them of any left behind valuables that could be sold. At night her grandmother made her learn the alphabet and basic math so "some crooked bastard doesn't cheat you."

It was a strange education but it was the one she needed to survive. By the time she was ten all of her siblings had left for the cities pf Randgriz, Melvere and Koln in search of work, joining an exodus that had been steadily lowering the population of Prairie. By now the famine was mostly over but the damage was done. Prairie was dying, the people that remained only stayed because they had nowhere else to turn. Without her siblings to guide her Victoria fell in with one of the packs of jobless and ambition-less youths roaming the streets, the Scarlet Slicers they called themselves. They spent their days throwing bricks through windows and fighting over turf with makeshift clubs constructed of fence-posts and bottles.

She started as a pickpocket and soon graduated to professional ruffian, hanging out on the corner and carrying knives. She was caught multiple times scrawling graffiti on rival gangs territory and "earned her fangs" in many back alley brawls. By the time she was fourteen her family would have nothing to do with her so she began sleeping on the streets or on a grimy mattress in the shack of some fellow hoodlum. She started drinking and never stopped, getting blackout drunk at parties and late night meet ups. Sometimes she was flirty, other times violent. Once she earned herself a permanent scar when a member of another street gang, the Women of Limbo, smashed a bottle against her head. In a drunken rage Victoria stabbed the girl to death. That incident earned her the nickname of "Slasher".

By fifteen she had ended up in the arms of Charles, a handsome young man four years her senior. He was a smooth talking con-artist that could make money appear as if from nowhere with any number of scams. They ran wild together both outside and in the bedroom and eventually the inevitable happened: Victoria was pregnant at the age of sixteen. Charles assured her that it would be all right, he would make enough money for them to move deep into the Federation but it never happened. The money they gained was spent on alcohol for her and gambling for him. Three months into her pregnancy and he was gone, disappearing from her life.

With nowhere else to turn Victoria begged forgiveness from her family. They brought her back into the fold, not wanting to abandon the girl like her "lover" had. Grandma Liz helped her through it, having gotten pregnant herself when she was only twenty years old. Time passed by and after a difficult Elizabeth White was born, named for her great-grandmother. Victoria fell in love with her daughter immediately, but was trapped in the same situation as her own parents. How was she supposed to feed her baby?

Her siblings had left to search for work in the cities but that was no guaranteed thing. Farming was out, she had seen the results of relying on the land. She had no skills except sewing, knitting and street-fighting. Luckily for her, war was brewing. She signed up the Oceania Expeditionary Force and Victoria the Slasher abandoned her dusty and tattered pants and shirt for the blue uniform and slouch hat of Private White. She entered boot camp and quickly became friends with the young men and woman she would spend her service fighting alongside.

Until the armored car killed all of them of course. She was the only survivor, everyone else was cut in half by machine gun fire or smashed under the wheels. Victoria managed to escape with only a few new scars and the need to find a new unit to attach herself to. Now all she has to do is survive the war so she can keep sending money home to care for her daughter and then track down the worthless son-of-a-bitch who ran out on his own child.

Affiliations
Jack White (Father, 47)
Margret White (Mother, 41)
Liz Dawson (Grandmother, 61)
Elizabeth White (Daughter, 2)
John, Edward, and Mary White (Siblings, all 28)
Charles Blake (Worthless Bastard, 22)

Relationships
None yet

Name
Austin Dwyer

Gender
Male

Age
17 years old.
Born July 24 of 1897EC

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Race
Vinlandian!

Appearance
Austin has nice black hair that is relatively short as so it stays out of his eyes and off the back of his neck. His eyes are an unusual red colour that he is sometimes self conscious about. His face is clean and doesn’t bare any blemishes or wounds, along with no facial hair, a blessing in his mind. He hasn’t some muscle to him on his upper and lower body, having strong legs and arms for heavy lifting and running. Out of uniform he is often wearing much more comfortable clothing, such as a short sleeved red shirt along with dark blue baggy pants. However while in uniform he makes sure he is ready for anything. He carries with him his combat blade at all times in case of emergencies and often wears his gear and armour so that he is always ready in case of a sudden attack. But the one thing that distinguishes him from everyone else is a pendant that he wears around his neck at all times, both on duty and off. It contains a picture of his family and him all together at his home in Vinland, he is never seen without it, no matter the time or place he is in.

Height
He is 5’ 7” in hight.

Personality
He is generally very kind and caring towards others no matter the situation really. He has no prejudice towards the Darcsens either, and believe in learning about someone on the inside rather then judge from the outside. He likes to have fun and mess around but can be serious when he needs to be. He has a very high dislike for war and would have rather avoided being a part of it in the first place so he complains about it sometimes. Like anyone else, he gets scared at the idea of being on the frontline fighting other people to the death, but he has to and he will see it through, even if he hates it and wants to be home with his family. He is also protective of others. He will defend someone if they are being harassed and he catches wind of it, even if he doesn’t know them to well. However he is also not very confident in himself, and is known to berate himself if something goes wrong or if he makes someone else upset or gets hurt. He also has trouble with small talk and trying to make conversation about things he has no relative interest in.

Rank
Private

Role
Gunner

Equipment
The HR-14 and a personal combat knife.

Potentials

Protective Defender - Upon seeing others getting in trouble or harmed he will jump in to help them be it through conversation or targeting foes with his gun. Either way he tries to help others in need when they need it.

Family Thoughts - Thoughts of his family drift in when he sees someone do something his family would do. This distracts him as he worries about his family at how and has trouble focusing afterwards.

Self Hatred - Failing to do something right causes a sort of self hatred. Causing him to lose his way for a bit and lowering his abilities all around for a time.

Fight for Family - Seeing others working together brings him motivation to fight for what he believes in. He feels a need to protect and defend the squad and feels himself supercharged to protect his newest family, boosting his abilities.

Biography
Being born in Vinland, Austin grew up with a mostly peaceful life. Well, outside of school that is. Austin’s parents were kind and fun, but also strict when they needed to be. They taught both him and his little sister about respecting others and to treat people the way you wish to be treated, to which both he and his sister took it to heart. His mother stayed at home while his father worked in the ways of medicine and making curse for illnesses. He was always happy to be with his family. However once school came around things took a much darker turn. Thought his many years of school, he was bullied harshly by a group for no particular reason other than to just be mean. They berated him, hurt him both physically and mentally, and he even thought of ending his life several times. None of the authorities in the school cared enough to help him and so one day he finally defending himself and end3d up in a brawl with the leader of this group of bullies. In the end he won, barely and managed to get the kid expelled. Thus disbanding the group. But even after that he was the target of a lot of bullies in the school which lead to further self hatred and the thoughts of suicide increased. However he was luckily able to transfer to a different school for his 8th year and he managed to get the help he needed for his self hatred by making friends. However he never really stopped questioning his abilities, he always will have a part of him that hates himself. But despite all this, he never stoped being kind to people. His teachers his peers, he’ll even random people in his neighbourhood. He always treated them with kindness and respect, because his parents drilled it into him. As he grew up, he found that he had a profound interest in the arts. Not for drawing, but rather, acting, performances, singing, these were things he enjoyed and he decided to enroll in said classes to learn all he can about them. His little sister joined him in his high school and they were almost inseparable. They loved each other dearly and would stand up for one another time and time again as the days went by. However eventually the worst came, wartime..... While many were volunteering for the warfront to push back the Empire off of Federation soil, Austin remained at home with his sister and parents. He hated war, he found the whole concept of murdering others as ridiculous and as stupid as a flying whale. He and his family were lucky enough at the beginning of the war that they had enough people volunteering for the war that they had no need to force others to join, which was a sigh of relief for Austin. However, as months passed, he grew worried for the day that he would be forced to join the warfront, as he knew many would die on both sides, meaning that more soldiers would be needed.... And right he was about that fact. For months later as he was helping his mother cook dinner for when his father got back from work, someone knocked on the door. His father wasn’t supposed to be home yet, so when he went to the door cautiously. When he opened it, he saw Federation soldiers, and he feared the very worst. He asked why they were here, and they replied with what he feared the most. They were here to bring people into the militia to fight off the Empires forces. Austin wanted to close the door but they had already walked inside and asked for everyone in the household. When his family was gathered there was nothing he could do. With his sister being 15 they couldn’t have her join the war and with his father at work they couldn’t get him to go right now. But sense he worked in medicine he might be left alone for the medical supplies to be made and shipped out to the army anyways. And his mother had to stay home to take care of his sister, which left, Austin. At first he refused blatantly, he did not wish to go to war, it was stupid. But the world isn’t so kind as he was told that it was either him or his mother, and make his father stay home from work during the war, and that was not something Austin could let’s happen. So he gave in, and told them to wait as he went to grab some spare clothes and his prized pendant, and as he went to his mother and sister, he hugged them tightly as both of them started crying, he wanted to promise he’d be back, he wanted to tell them he’d be ok by the end of this, but he couldn’t, he could lie to them like that. And so, he left with the soldiers as he waved goodbye to his mother and sister. And from that day onward, he was to train and get ready for the hardest part of his life, surviving war.

Affiliations
Cathy Dwyer - Age 42 - Mother
Dave Dwyer - Age 43 - Father
Hailey Dwyer - Age 15 - Sister

Relationships
None as of yet, but he is going to meet someone by the name of Oliver Sinclair and get to know them a bit better during his time in training.

Character Theme
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=TbdArWwdNlU

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Name
Oliver James Sinclair

Gender
Male

Age
Age 18; March 14, 1896

Sexuality
Straight

Race
Vinlander; Darport, United States of Vinland

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Appearance
Oliver stands at 5'9 with a forgettable face, not ugly by any means but he also isn’t the most attractive of male specimen.He has an average build, no excess of muscle or fat. His hair is the color of an acorn freshly fallen and his eyes dark brown like the bark of a tree. He's never without his father's watch,an older looking thing, cutting a stark contrast to his otherwise unremarkable figure. He tries his best to dress casually while out of uniform his focus being comfortability over flashy looks, making Oliver the very picture of your average every-man.

Height
5'10

Personality
While outwardly mundane, Oliver makes up for it with a stellar personality. Extroverted and confident he approaches anything from work, to meeting new people with a smile. If you’re considered a friend by Oliver, you’ll be made aware pretty quickly that he has your back. There isn’t much he wouldn’t for someone close to him,but on the flip side of that coin, if you cross him you’ll have a bitter enemy. Oliver is not the kind to forgive major slights quickly.

If you come to know Oliver for a long period you quickly catch on that he might just be the unluckiest person in the world, he is often on the receiving end of an unfortunate circumstance. However Oliver has always stood strong in the face of adversity, approaching his problems with a smile and not giving up under the bludgeonings of chance. There's no quit in Oliver, and he tries to pass on that same mentality to those he considers friends.

On duty Oliver tries to keep serious, the dangers of war not lost on him. Because of his frequent streak of mishaps and shenanigans, he tries his hardest to keep himself wired while on duty so neither him or his teammates end up getting hurt.

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Rank
Private

Role
Marksman

Equipment
M1914 Fielder Scoped Variant
Entrenching tool
Field dressings
Knife
Rest of Standard Kit

Potentials
I can do this all day - Oliver's fallback has always been his will to push forward, despite adversity. He smiles in the face of the option to give up, slowly picking himself up until he's unable to do it anymore period.
Murphy's Law -It's the law of nature that if anything can go wrong for Oliver, it will go wrong.
Hunter - Oliver's profession before the war was hunting, because of this he's good at tracking 'game' as well as sighting up a rifle and placing an accurate shot down range at his potential target.

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Biography

Oliver was born in Sweetwater a small suburb nestled near the woods of Darport Vinland. The first of two children Oliver’s parents were poor, but happy. Oliver's father, Jackson Sinclair was a hunter and daytaler who took odd jobs to support his family anywhere he could get work when he wasn’t out hunting to bring game home for dinner or to the butcher to sell. His mother, Emilia Sinclair was a seamstress who dreamed of making dresses in the city. Oliver is eight years older than his sister Sarah Sinclair, but despite the age difference Oliver has maintained a great relationship with his little Sister, the girl imitating her older brother and begging to go with him wherever he went.Which was a bit of a problem for Oliver when it came to spending time with his best friend William Cumberland, the two have been classmates since the fourth grade and inseparable, Oliver learned how to play guitar with Bill and how to cheat at cards, which caused no shortage of trouble for the boys with some of the older kids in the neighborhood.

Life in Sweetwater for the Sinclair family was a humble one to say the least. His parents lived paycheck to paycheck which made it difficult for them to deviate for the normal day to day necessities and buy their children toys or fancy clothes. Oliver however made the most of his childhood while also trying his best to alleviate the pressure on his parents by doing well in school, and making sure his sister was as well. Oliver balanced a healthy social life in school with good grades. Oliver’s confidence and extroverted nature blended in with bill’s charms and good looks made them both well known within the school. Outside of school Oliver made money hunting with his father, selling game to butcher shops. His father taught him how to track,bought him his first Long gun and taught him how to use it well when hunting. His father had a profound influence on Oliver, teaching him his trade, and bringing him up on how to treat others. So his father's passing during a sawmill accident hit Oliver particularly hard, the boy at only fourteen was now the man of his house.

After Jackson’s death, the Sinclair's had it hard. Emilia was broken by the ordeal, the love she had with Jackson being irreplaceable. She took time off work and rarely left her bed.They had no family in Darport besides each other, so Oliver had to step up to help take care of both his mother and his little sister, with both cooking,cleaning, and helping his sister with her homework. Oliver effectively became the parent in the household, dressing,feeding, and making sure his sister made it to school while also making sure his mother didn’t do anything stupid. He had almost no time to mourn his father, instead relying on his will to bury those feelings deep, lest his entire home fall apart.

With time the company’s investigation concluded, and the Sinclair's were awarded compensation for the death, the money helped but it wasn’t nearly enough to raise them out of the mounting debt they started to receive. With time, Oliver coaxed his mother out of bed, he was only a boy still he didn’t know what to do just by himself, she knew that, and so did he. A few years after the ordeal, with the occasional help of the Cumberland's the Sinclair's made a small life for themselves, Oliver hunting to help feed his family as well as pay the bills, but it was never enough and faced with almost no other options to put food on the table and a roof over his family's head, Oliver would enlist to fight in the war much to his mother and sisters distress.

Affiliations
Jackson Sinclair- Father/Deceased
Emilia Sinclair -Mother
Sarah Sinclair- Younger Sister
William Cumberland-Best Friend
Cumberland Family- Close friends
Amelia Sheffer- Friend

Relationships
Austin Dwyer- A battle buddy and friend made during recruit training before the war.

Character Theme
TBD

Delila stands at 6 feet even, her eyes are round and a soft shade of light brown. Her black hair which naturally turns a dark brown at the tips are usually kept short in a wavy pixie cut. When in the correct amount of sunlight her hair is easily seen as dark brown. Her face is fairly simple with there not really being anything outstanding about it besides the scars that runs across the bridge of her nose. Delila's skintone is a nice golden bronze. Underneath her uniform Delila wears tape around her chest area along with a extra muscle shirt over the taped area. When her uniform is on she'll usually keep a poncho in military stadard colors, along with her helmet which has a white armadillo painted on the side of it. Delila has well toned muscles that aren't very noticeable.





Delila is a shy but easygoing person, who'll act like a big sibling in a way. She'll stop people from doing dumb reckless things for their own good, but will also let some things go unchecked. Although she tries not to talk much she'll join in conversations and listen or laugh along with everyone else. But these things usually apply to her when she's off duty with peers around her. When she's on duty however and in a really crucial situation, Delila is more of a warrior than anyone around her as she puts up a huge unbreakable no nonsense attitude. She pushes herself above and beyond when in the heat of a moment. If someone is feeling down Delila will always be the first one to listen to their problems whether she agrees with them or not, she knows people need someone who'll listen to them.














Combat Bred: When being shot at Delila's nerves will sharpen and keep her focused on the task at hand without any sign of weakness showing on her person.

Protector to a Fault: When seeing a fellow soldier under extreme fire Delila will charge recklessly into the fray in order to save that fellow soldier

For Family! Delila will have random thoughts of her remaining family members randomly and will lose focus of her current task


Delila lived a relatively normal life being the oldest sibling of 5 other kids, so it goes without saying that she was always being looked up to or depended upon for event the most dumbest task. But Delila never minded in fact she always loved guarding her brothers and sisters. Sadly however the saying, nothing can ever stay the same showed it's ugly head to Delila in a subtle but drastic way. In more recent years her younger brothers who were 17 and 15 began to act out of line whenever given the chance. Of course it was to be expected as their family wasnt the most wealthiest nor did they even live in a decent part of town. It was often that Delila would have to fight and or ambush her peers in order to keep her family or friends safe. That put her in bad standing with local gangs or just general ruffians altogether, so it was a shock when she finally learned that her own siblings had gone off to join these groups. The very groups she promised to protect them from. Whenever she tried to press them on the matter and force them to leave they'd just resist her harder each time, at times their conversations would get physical but Delila came out on top every time. Then came the day of infamy, a day that Delila could never forget even if she wanted.

The radio had announced the outbreak of the First European War, her entire family, from her mother and father to all of her siblings except her, now 16 and 17 year old brothers, were all gathered around the radio listening intently to what was going on. But as if lightning had struck with the force of Zeus the family looked towards the sound and realized it was only the door. And outside were tons of police cars outside. At the door was the local sheriff with a somber look on his face. His news would put the same look on the faces of everyone in the room. Delila's 16 year old brother Benny was found dead with 3 other bodies around him. The only person to survive the encounter was Jason her 17 year old brother who was now most likely looking at life in prison for his involvement.

After that day, Delila swore she would protect the remaining of her family this time including her mother and father. So to do this she took on more chores around her house and even would do the occasional odd job in her town. Whenever given free time Delila would work her body by working out and practicing her hand to hand combat skills. She did all of this while hearing about the war on the other side of the world. All of this in preparation for a moment she knew would come, recruitment officers would finally arrive to her town for fresh soldiers as Vinland was soon to enter the war. There was only one problem, her mother and father, she had told them her plans to join the war if need be, but both of them protested as they'd already lost two children and couldnt bear losing another. Even with all of this hanging over her head Delila still chose to take on the task for her country. But not just her country she was doing this for family that was all Delila cared about. Stopping this damn war and keeping the front from coming to her home land.

Female

17
[December 12th, 1896]

Heterosexual

Eastern Nord

A pale skinned woman standing at a brief 5’ 4”. No stranger to dressing conservatively, Senja often boasts a collared shirt with pants or a dress when the time is appropriate. Blessed with natural beauty, make up is unnecessary and her eternal youth makes her the envy of many. Typically speaking, she wears a simple steel crucifix over anything she wears as tribute to her faith.

5' 4"

A loving and caring hunter. Sympathy filled and emotionally driven, the Nord of the east often seeks to help others through the harshness of their struggle even if she herself is exhausted.

Private

Rifleman


Standard Issue.

Potentials
[Unconditional Love] Light, Dark, Federal, Imperial, Friend, and Foe. It matters not who you are, but the size of your heart. Swallow pride and call for the maiden and surely she shall come.

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[Winter’s Delight] A lover of the snow, she moves, sees, tracks, and fights far better in the cold and especially the snow. The sight of snow alone warms her heart.

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